She doesn't hesitate either.

His side is scratched deeply, his neck seeming a bit worse, his tail had a chunk missing and his front leg was dislocated.

She gasped softly.

The flock doesn't waste any more time, two of them sprinting off to find a healer and the rest all bend down, nudging him on their backs as they stay close so he is laying on three of their backs. He screeches in pain, his tail twitching.

Too bad she wasn't a healer.

(Wait, is she?)

They set him in a clearing, pacing around him frantically.

(yup, but it's like an emotion thing. Only her tears can heal. Weird.)

She simply waits.

One of the females tenses then looks at Moon. She shifts, walking over to her. "Can't your species heal?" The girl asks.

" I don't know anyone that can. At least anyone alive. " She replies.

(And she herself doesn't know she can heal. Cause she's never cried.)

One of the boy's steps next to her, "Yeah, your species can heal... Question is... How?" He mutters. One of the girls speaks up, having already known all of the powers of the mythical creature. "She has to cry, it's like a Pheonix, the powers they share are closely related." A girl states.